A wild camp night in the dessert.

Woke up to clear skies but ominous looking on the horizon, by the time the breakfast and Neil's morning story was over the sandstorm had moved in.

We set off in convoy into the desert playing along the sand river and driving over small sand dunes (well later we found they were small).

After a good day of off-roading (James and his flash 110 being the only one that needed pulling off by a girl).

We drove across the salt flats to a cafe miles from anywhere in the middle of no-where. Very surreal.

Eventually made camp just as the wind and the flies started to move in. Not a very good camping night with the wind howling and not much food because of the flies.